| Song | Our Eyes Give It Shape |
| Artist | Peter Hammill |
| Album | Singularity |
| 作词 : Hammill | |
| I'm getting the idea, I haven't got a clue. | |
| As my fabulous career ends up dead in the gutter | |
| the stars are shining down right on cue. | |
| It's not much of a shock, it comes as no surprise | |
| that changing all the locks when the horses have bolted | |
| is a useless exercise. | |
| And play it how I will and say it as I may | |
| I won't pick that poison pill as a effortless exit | |
| from the Mystery Play. | |
| I'm so glad I'm still here to see this, | |
| the break of day at the end of the long dark night... | |
| All's not as it appears, this tale has many twists – | |
| but if I wasn't here documenting the story | |
| would that mean that the plot did not exist? | |
| Oh, would it not be absurd if there was no objective state? | |
| What if the unobserved always waits, insubstantial, | |
| till our eyes give it shape? | |
| I'm so glad that I'm still here to see this, | |
| the whole story is unfolding before my eyes; | |
| I'm so happy I can barely believe it... | |
| this simple pleasure is the mystery spice of life. | |
| And I am happy just to breathe in the quality of the light. | |
| I'm getting the idea, I'm seeing things anew, | |
| it's all becoming clear at this delicate juncture | |
| there can be no false nor true. | |
| I want to have it all, I want to see the whole thing through... | |
| It's a fifty fifty call: maybe Schrödinger's cat | |
| could be the Cheshire one too? | |
| I'm so glad that we're both here to see this: | |
| the chink of light in the tunnel of love's embrace. | |
| I'm so happy I can barely believe it | |
| A simple pleasure in the simple things makes life great. |
| zuò cí : Hammill | |
| I' m getting the idea, I haven' t got a clue. | |
| As my fabulous career ends up dead in the gutter | |
| the stars are shining down right on cue. | |
| It' s not much of a shock, it comes as no surprise | |
| that changing all the locks when the horses have bolted | |
| is a useless exercise. | |
| And play it how I will and say it as I may | |
| I won' t pick that poison pill as a effortless exit | |
| from the Mystery Play. | |
| I' m so glad I' m still here to see this, | |
| the break of day at the end of the long dark night... | |
| All' s not as it appears, this tale has many twists | |
| but if I wasn' t here documenting the story | |
| would that mean that the plot did not exist? | |
| Oh, would it not be absurd if there was no objective state? | |
| What if the unobserved always waits, insubstantial, | |
| till our eyes give it shape? | |
| I' m so glad that I' m still here to see this, | |
| the whole story is unfolding before my eyes | |
| I' m so happy I can barely believe it... | |
| this simple pleasure is the mystery spice of life. | |
| And I am happy just to breathe in the quality of the light. | |
| I' m getting the idea, I' m seeing things anew, | |
| it' s all becoming clear at this delicate juncture | |
| there can be no false nor true. | |
| I want to have it all, I want to see the whole thing through... | |
| It' s a fifty fifty call: maybe Schr dinger' s cat | |
| could be the Cheshire one too? | |
| I' m so glad that we' re both here to see this: | |
| the chink of light in the tunnel of love' s embrace. | |
| I' m so happy I can barely believe it | |
| A simple pleasure in the simple things makes life great. |